And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye.

Cassius, scene ii

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?

Brutus, scene ii

Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Cassius, scene ii

Let me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

Caesar, scene ii

Cassius: Did Cicero say anything?Casca: Ay, he spoke Greek.Cassius: To what effect?Casca: Nay, an I tell you that I'll ne'er look you i' the face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another, and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

Scene ii

Indeed, it is a strange disposed time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Caesar: The ides of March are come.Soothsayer: Aye, Caesar, but not gone.

Scene i

Speak, hands, for me!

Casca, scene i

Et tu, Brute? — Then fall, Caesar!

Caesar, scene i

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Cassius, scene i

As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity.

Brutus, scene i

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Antony, scene i

Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.

Antony, scene i

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, —
For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men, —
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.

Antony, scene ii

The most unkindest cut of all

Antony, scene ii

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

Antony, scene ii

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

Brutus, scene iii

Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Brutus, scene iii

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

Brutus, scene iii

Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.

But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why, then, this parting was well made.

Brutus, scene i

O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.

Brutus, scene i

Caesar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.

Brutus, scene v

This was the noblest Roman of all
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man!

Antony, scene v

So call the field to rest: and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.